Many Moments Of Truth Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Taking hands of life and time, memories being placed
in annals of tomorrow.

Easily moving through trails of incessant rhythms as
I lift self from depths of sorrow and grief.

Knowing that no one else can do it for me, finding
rhythms and their senses leading me forward.

Into another dimension filled with positive and
adaptive movements, flowing gently with them.

Sensing signs of our times, filling them with faith,
hope and prayers.

Living exacting morals and ethics, not caring if others
don't, it is their choice after all.

Just wanting to die and enter heaven when this earthly
life is over and done with.

Many moments of truth and enlightenment having been
covered from within a spiritual passion.